Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
MADDOX
“Tell me your limits, little lamb,” I whisper from behind him, rubbing my fingers through the hair at his nape. Redness creeps up the back of his neck. I’d give anything to see the flush on his face, but I don’t want to put him on the spot. He needs to do this on his own.
Clearing his throat, he says, “Don’t crowd me.”
“What else?”
“I want to see you. No blindfolds.”
“Anything else, little lamb?” I press close to him so he can feel the heat of my body, so he knows it’s me.
He lets out a long breath, then looks back at me with those wide brown eyes. His cheeks are pink and that bottom lip swollen from how he’s nibbling on it in his nervousness. “No. I trust you, Maddox.”
I’ll never get enough of my name on his tongue. I love Professor, love how he says that title with such reverence, but him saying my first name? It’s like we’ve crossed some barrier, like we’ve passed some mark to solidify that he’s mine.
There’s no need to lie to myself anymore. Luca isn’t getting away from me. This is more than physical. It probably has been for a while. I just refused to see it.
But for once, I don’t need to take out that box and examine how much Luca is like or unlike the man in my past. Luca is just himself, just the sweet, caring, sometimes fluttery man who barged into my life as some kind of quiet, chaotic storm I was forced to notice.
Now that I have, I’ll claim him as mine.
“Are you comfortable using some of the equipment here?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whispers. I hear the fear in his tone, but it’s tinged with excitement. He wants to be here with me. He’s willing to try for me.
There are a few pieces of BDSM equipment I’m familiar with, but I don’t want to push him too far too fast by immediately taking him over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. When we stepped in, his eyes swept the room, but when they landed on the cross, I thought he’d bolt.
One day, maybe.
Taking his hand, I pull him towards a spanking bench, wiping it down before I ask, “How’s this?”
“What is it?”
“A spanking bench.” The bench is black and red with padded arm and knee rests on either side. It’s equipped with restraints, and has an elevated portion where the person being spanked can lie flat, chest down.
Luca steps forward and fingers an ankle restraint, looking at the bench thoughtfully. “I think this is okay.”
I hum and bring him in for a quick kiss that he deepens as he stands on tiptoe. “Let me make sure the door is locked.”
My little lamb laughs, though redness creeps high on his cheeks. “God, yes. Please.”
I plant one more kiss on his lips, then go over to the door, checking and double checking the lock. I know it’s locked, as I threw the bolt myself, but I want to assure Luca that no one will see him in his private moments.
When I turn around, my jaw practically hits the floor. I watch with my breath trapped in my lungs as Luca starts to undress, pulling his shirt over his head in a smooth motion. His creamy skin is flawless, every single inch of him perfect.
He’s so sure of himself now, much different from the man I met here all those weeks ago.
When he’s wearing nothing but his underwear, Luca looks over at me from under his lashes, his hands clasped in front of him. “What now?”
I walk over to him slowly—even though I want to race over to him, take him in my arms and fuck him against the wall.
Standing in front of him, I tip his chin up and ask, “Do you want me to spank you, little lamb? Want to feel my hand coming down on that sweet ass?”
He lets out a shaky breath, eyes blown wide. “Yes. Will it hurt?”
“A little, but it’ll make you fly, I promise.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to lie on the bench and hold on. Don’t let go until I tell you.”
He gets a cute little crease in his eyebrows. “Hold on? You’re not… we’re not…” He trails off and then takes a breath. “What about the restraints?”
There’s nothing I’d like more than having Luca at my mercy, doing to his body whatever I want, knowing he can’t move. But is he ready for something like that? Giving up complete control to me?
Sighing, I shake my head. “No, we’re not. But—”
“I want to.” He shimmies out of my arms and moves over to the bench. After pulling in a steadying breath, he positions himself on the leather… then slides his hands through the restraints.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful fucking sight. Holy fuck, Luca spread out and ready for me, looking over his shoulder with his mouth slightly parted…
This is what fantasies are made of.
“Luca,” I breathe, stepping over to him, running my hand up his bare back. “You’re absolutely fucking perfect, you know that? More than I deserve.”
He licks his lips, panting. “You deserve the world, Professor.”
God, if only he knew.
I want to tell Luca all about my past. He deserves to know why I am the way I am, but right now, I just want to make him feel good. I can tell him when the time is right.
Bending, I kiss along his spine, soaking up the sounds of his pleasure. In a voice I hardly recognize, I whisper, “You are my world, Luca.”
I don’t miss the catch in his breath, the stiffness of his surprise thrumming through his muscles.
Needing to move past my admission, I ask, “What’s your safe word?” as I restrain his slender wrists.
“Teacher,” he breathes.
Before I move to his ankles, I tip up his chin and kiss him gently. “Good boy.” He melts in front of me, his body going slack on the bench. “If you’re uncomfortable or I hurt you, I want you to say your safe word, okay?”
“Okay, Professor.”
After kissing him once more, I move to his ankles and restrain them as well. Luca tests his bindings. “That okay?” I ask gruffly. “Too tight?”
“They’re fine. Thank you.”
He sounds so sweet, so nervous, so fucking eager. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load before I can show him how good I can make him feel.
Stepping behind him, I drag my hand down his spine. “I’ll spank you over your underwear first, so you can see how it feels. If it’s okay, I’ll push you just a little further.”
“Okay.”
I rub over his small, cute ass, feeling him quivering under my palm. “Relax, Luca. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” he whispers, looking at me over his shoulder. “I trust you. This is just… really hot.”
Ain’t that the truth.
Not wanting to delay anymore, I raise my hand and bring it down on his left ass cheek. Luca gasps as my palm lands, jumping slightly. Soothing where I just spanked him, I ask, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
Raising my hand again, I bring it down on the other side, soothing the sting with gentle rubs.
I alternate between Luca’s left and right cheek, rubbing away the pain before I move on. Luca rests his head on the bench, panting and moaning as I give him swat after swat.
“More,” he whispers, panting. “More, please.”
Instead of undoing his restraints to take off his underwear, I grab both sides and rip them down the middle, too keyed up to wait to see the red of his ass.
When his briefs are in shreds by my feet, I suck in a breath as I eye the handprints on his ass cheeks.
I grab both cheeks in my hands, squeezing tightly, my cock twitching when Luca whimpers. “You look so fucking good here,” I mutter as I circle a finger around his pucker. “So fucking sweet.”
Spreading him open, I stick out my tongue and taste him there, licking and sucking at his hole.
“Professor!” he moans as he tries in vain to push back against my face. I chuckle against him when he whines in frustration.
“Safe word?” I ask before going back to his entrance, making love to his hole with my tongue.
“Absolutely not. No safe word. I just… mmfh…”
My hand comes down on his ass, harder than before, and Luca practically screams his pleasure. “More, Luca,” I demand before bringing my hand down again, my tongue lashing at his hole.
“Mad… Maddox. I’m going to come. I’m going to come… oh, oh… fuck!”
I swat him one more time and a high-pitched moan peals from his throat as his hole contracts around my tongue. I smile as I continue to lap at him, pushing him to take the pleasure I’m giving him.
When he slumps against the bench, I kiss his hole one more time, then stand up, my dick straining against my pants. I want to fuck him so badly it hurts, but I need to take care of him. Luca looks as if he’s going to pass out, his eyes half lidded and his body lax.
I reach for his restraints so I can bring him down, but Luca shakes his head. “No. I want you… want you to fuck me… like this.”
I fight not to ask if he’s sure. Nothing Luca ever tells me comes from a place of doubt or second guessing. He wants what he wants and doesn’t apologize for it.
This is the side of Luca I fucking adore.
“Keep… clothes on,” he mutters, blushing prettily for me.
“Anything else, little lamb?”
“No, just that. Now, please,” he moans.
I undo my pants and pull my cock out, stroking it so he can see. “Can you take me like this?”
“Yes. I want it so bad.”
“Me too,” I tell him honestly, my body thrumming at the thought of having him like this.
Reaching over to the table beside the bench, I pump some lube into my hands and slick up my cock.
I fucked Luca open with my tongue, but I still slide two fingers in to get him ready, scissoring him open.
Just to fuck with him, I press against his prostate, relishing how he moans and squirms against the bench.
Once he’s ready and wet for me, I line up behind him, notching my cockhead to his pucker.
“Ready for me, Luca?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal.
“Please?”
Inch after slow inch I press into him, gritting my teeth as his tightness and warmth engulf me. Jesus, Luca is the best I’ve ever had, his hole made for me.
When I’m fully seated in him, Luca looks over his shoulder, eyes bright and filled with lust. “Now fuck me like you hate me, Professor.”
Oh fuck, I might actually be in love.
The realization hits me hard, and at the worst fucking time.
Growling, I push that thought from my head. Now isn’t the time for epiphanies.
I grab Luca’s waist in tight hands, pull my hips back, then thrust into him hard. Luca throws his head back with a howl, but I don’t let up. From the way he shudders and gasps, I don’t think he wants me to.
Over and over, I snap my hips into him roughly, watching his red ass bounce and jiggle.
I lean over him, threading my fingers through his hair and yanking his head back. “Like this, Luca?” I ask, pistoning into him hard.
“God, yes… just like that.”
I sink my teeth into his neck, fucking into him fast and deep, thoroughly wrecking him.
“I’m… close… so…” Luca stops talking so he can moan and babble and whimper and whine. He sounds like fucking heaven. Then he whimpers in a high pitch, his hole contracting around me.
My orgasm barrels through me before I can hold back, and I’m coming, filling him up to the brim. My vision whites out and my hearing dims as pleasure shoots through me, tingling over my entire body.
I come back to myself at Luca’s mewling, his chest heaving. Is he…
“Luca?” I ask, pulling off his body.
“Mad…” he says in a tear-drenched voice.
Oh fuck, I hurt him. I was too rough.
As quickly as I can—making sure I don’t hurt him more—I pull out of him, then make quick work of the restraints.
I pull Luca into my arms, holding him close as he sobs against my shoulder.
My heart constricts as I feel the wetness flow on my shoulder, soaking my shirt. God, I can’t believe I was so reckless with him. I should have been more careful, taken better care of him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t push me away. I don’t know what I’d do if Luca left me. He’s the reason I can feel anything, and if he leaves, I don’t know how I’ll put myself back together.
“Wha… what?” Luca pulls back to look at me, his tear-filled eyes breaking my heart.
“Why? You didn’t…” He wipes his face and smiles at me.
It’s shaky, but not filled with pain. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do. You listened and let me call the shots. You gave me exactly what I needed. I’m just overwhelmed in the best possible way.
” He smiles at me one more time, then crumples into tears.
“Oh, sweet Luca. My sweet, sweet Luca. God, I’d give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You just have to tell me and it’s yours. I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked.”
Because he already has my heart.